His free hand glides down the curve of my belly, fingers spreading wide over the soft jiggle Xander’s thrusts keep sending through me with every punishing snap. Then he finds my clit—already slick, oversensitive—and rubs tight, merciless circles, matching the shallow, deliberate rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of my throat.
I’m lost.
Xander’s driving Clay into my pussy with every brutal snap of his hips. Clay’s cock drags over my G-spot, while Joshua owns my throat so completely I swear I feel him throbbing all the way down to the hollow at the base of my neck.
Just when I think this can’t get any hotter, Joshua’s hand slides up until his palm wraps around the front of my throat. Hisfingers span wide, thumb resting over my pulse point, the rest curling around the column of my neck so he can feel everything.
“Fuck… look at that.” He groans low. “I can feel myself right here.” He presses just enough to emphasize it—the thick ridge of his cock sliding deeper, the bulge moving under his own palm. “Stretching your pretty throat. Filling you up from the inside out.”
My eyes flutter, tears leaking sideways from the angle, from the pressure, from how impossibly full I am everywhere. I moan muffled around him, and the vibration makes his hips jerk forward, pushing even deeper until my nose brushes his balls again.
So full.
Can’t think.
“God, Carolina,” he rasps, his thumb stroking the outline of his own cock through my skin like he’s tracing a claim. “You feel that? Our perfect girl… taking all three of us like you were made for it.”
Xander growls behind Clay, hips snapping harder, driving Clay so deep I feel him in my cervix, while a hand reaches around Clay and starts to rub my clit. “She was made for it.”
Oh, Dio.
“Come for us one more time, my Carolina,” Joshua murmurs. “Show us how good you feel like this.”
Xander’s fingers turn merciless on my clit, faster, harder, and with the perfect pressure that makes my hips jerk against Clay’s.
Clay moans, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
And I break.
The orgasm slams into me, and my pussy clamps down on Clay so hard he shouts, his whole body seizing. My back arches off the bed as I scream, and Joshua pulls his cock from my throat in time for the sound to tear free, echoing off the walls.
“Fuck… kitten—” Clay chokes, hips stuttering as he comes hard, pulsing hot inside me, filling me so full I can feel every spurt. He whimpers, trembling between us hard until Xander’s rhythm falters.
Xander pushes forward, burying himself in Clay’s ass and comes with a guttural groan of our names against Clay’s shoulder. His hips continue to jolt and grind through aftershocks before he pulls out slowly with a hiss between his teeth.
Clay whines at the loss, cock slipping free of me with a wet sound. A rush of cum follows, dripping from my swollen pussy, and sliding down my ass, pooling beneath me on the sheets.
There’s only breathing in the silence as we all try to calm our racing hearts.
I’m boneless, breathless, and utterly claimed.
Held so completely, there’s nowhere left to fall.
Joshua leans down and kisses the tears from my temples. “Look at that pretty mess,” he whispers. “All ours.”
Xander and Clay collapse beside me, chests heaving. But Joshua isn’t done. I open my mouth to beg—fuck my throat again, please—but he’s already moving, sliding onto the bed beside me.
He flips me gently onto my side, my back pressed to his chest, his arm banding under my breasts, holding me close. A warm hand glides down my thigh, hooks my leg, and drapes it over his hip. Then he lines up and slides home in one slow thrust.
I whimper at how full and overstimulated I feel. Joshua’s cock drags along every sensitive inch of me, stretching me open again, and claiming the mess Clay left behind.
Xander spoons Clay now beside me, mouthing at the marks on his neck, while Clay’s half-hard cock smears across my thigh, leaving wet trails. Xander’s eyes lock with mine over Clay’sshoulder, both of them watching me getting fucked by their best friend.
Xander licks a slow stripe up Clay’s neck, then bites his ear. “Taste me on her later?”
Clay’s grin is pure filth. “Fuck yes.”
Joshua’s strokes grow harder, and his hand slips over my belly once more, humming in my ear when his fingers find my clit again.
